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ozzgin · 5 months

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Yandere! Yakuza x Reader (II)

Reader is cozying up to her unusual home, and her new friend decides to surprise her with a romantic gift. Or at least what he considers to be romantic: a small reminder that no one else can mess with her. Continuation to the yakuza landlord idea!

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Content: Female reader, obsessive behavior, mentions of stalking, violence, death, mild gore

Tags: @depressed-but-make-it-cute

You search for your keys and open the postal box, retrieving a thick envelope. You've been living at the new apartment for several weeks now and truth be told, you could get used to this lifestyle. Your commute to work is much shorter, the path is never devoid of people, and there are multiple bakeries on the way back with some of the best pastries you've tasted in your life.

You turn around and look for Daitou, somewhat distracted and dreamy. It really feels like a Hallmark movie. A peaceful, idyllic life. Ah, there he is! The scarred man is standing guard before one of the stores. The curtains have been pulled, blocking any glimpse of the inside. You walk towards him with a certain joyful bounce in your step. As you approach him, you can hear muffled screams coming from the building. He notices you and flashes you a smile.

"Don't come too close, I hear the owner's been avoiding his loan payment and getting all friendly with the neighboring Family. We're questioning him in the back."

"Don't you usually do the interrogations?"

"Only if we don't need them afterwards. I'm not too good at keeping them alive, ya know?" He scratches the back of his head and laughs awkwardly. "Do you need anything?"

You open your mouth to speak, but it's a little difficult to formulate a full sentence with the interrupted moans and cries occasionally making their way out. The door is ajar and you avoid glancing in its direction, fixating on the man before you.

"I...uh... just wanted to know if this letter is intended for me or the landlord. It looks like an official document."

You show Daitou the envelope and just as he is about to grab it, he notices the blood stains seeped into his glove. He quickly removes it, wipes his hand on his shirt, and nonchalantly plucks the paper from your fingers.

"That's for Boss. I'll pass it on, so don't worry."

You nod and bow slightly before hurrying back home. Well, doesn't make it less of a movie, you suppose. Just more of a thriller. Or something like that. You drop your bag, slip off your shoes and throw yourself onto the futon with a loud thud. The warmth of the sheets envelops you and the wails of the shop owner become but a distant dream.

Without the worry of stalkers, or finding a roof above your head, you can finally rest.

Tonight is rather dark, with the moon shrouded in heavy clouds. Daitou yawns silently as he observes the masked man testing out passcodes for the entrance. Every now and then he lets out a whispered curse, crossing out another number combination on his little crumpled note. It doesn't take a genius to figure out this is the famed stalker you'd complained about earlier. No one else currently lives in the building.

Eventually, the keypad lights up and the door unlocks. The mysterious man lifts a fist victoriously and reaches for the handle.

"Oop! Not so fast!" Daitou drops his heavy, sinewy arm over the man's shoulders, pulling him in a friendly embrace. Like two old pals meeting at an intersection. "Let's take a walk together, what do you say? (Y/N) sleeps until noon on weekends, no need to hurry."

With a grunt, the stalker tries to shove himself out of the tightening hold, but the yakuza doesn't budge. He towers over his new friend with an unfaltering, unbothered grin.

"Now listen, I don't blame you one bit, ya know? I ain't blind, at least not in this eye", he continues as he points to the real counterpart of his glass prosthetic, "so I'm damn well aware of a pretty girl when I see one. And (Y/N)? That's some good taste alright."

He gives the man an affectionate pat over the chest, pulling him away from the building into one of the side streets.

"If you want, we can have a drink before the deed, I know a good place five minutes from here. We can share some stories of our favorite girl, eh?" Daitou looks at his watch, feigning mild concern. "But I'm afraid you're not leaving this neighborhood either way. In one piece, that is."

His arm goes limp and the masked man is released from the iron hold, tripping over from the sudden lack of support. He crawls against a wall and fumbles for something, swiftly pulling out what seems to be a pocket knife. His breathing is erratic and he points the tip of the blade towards the yakuza, now with his features darkened by a frown. He sounds like an entirely different person and the instant switch to a ragged voice startles the stranger.

"See, the trouble is, I promised miss (Y/N) I wouldn't allow a fucking dog like you to be in her presence ever again. Sadly for you, I'm a man of my word." Despite the threatening tone, his posture is relaxed and he stands before the stalker with his hands bare.

"If I were you, I'd use that little butter knife on my own throat. I don't go easy on horny cockroaches. Especially the ones that mess with my woman." His final words spill out in a bitter growl.

A small animal in the trashing jaws of a predator. Blood splatters and pools in the asphalt cracks and drained hands claw at the walls, hoping for an escape. As despair sinks in, the alleyway becomes quiet again, save for the merry whistle of the remaining party. Daitou carefully ties the trash bags with the focus of a child wanting to impress the parents with a chore well done. Halfway through he stops and gasps, surprised.

"Oh man, did I really just say 'my woman'? How embarrassing." He blushes and shyly pushes the wrapped slabs away. "I haven't even asked her out yet, ya know? Better not rat me out, Mr. Stalker." He snickers at his monologue and continues the cleanup.

"Can you really not refrain yourself from smoking in here?" You try to fan away the puff of smoke, scowling at the young blonde man sitting across the table.

"Why do you even care so much?" Kazuya groans and stuffs the remains of the cigarette in the ashtray.

"I don't want my carrot cake tasting like tobacco. You're lucky the old man is afraid of you, otherwise you would've gotten your ass banned a long time ago."

"You know, I've been thinking about it lately - haven't you gotten quite the attitude? You have a big mouth for someone surrounded by dangerous gangsters. I could blow your brains out right now."

He lowers himself in his seat and briefly lifts his shirt, flashing a carelessly tucked in gun. He stares at you for a few seconds, as if expecting a reaction, then lets out a chuckle upon seeing your indifferent expression.

"Shameless. You could at least try to pretend you don't know I have a soft spot for you."

"Just a wild guess, but your Boss probably wouldn't appreciate you shooting civilians in the middle of a café. That's all." You respond with a shrug.

Your banter is interrupted by Daitou's heavy footsteps nearing in your direction. Kazuya waves, signaling your location, and kicks a chair out, inviting his friend to join.

"Where the hell were you last night? I thought you'd come with us for drinks after that long ass questioning."

"Sorry, I had to take care of something." Daitou returns an apologetic smile and tilts his head to gaze at you. "Which reminds me, I brought you this."

Your eyes widen in surprise and a faint red tints your cheeks. Was there some special occasion you didn't know about? He places a small box in your hands and leans back in his chair with a cheerful smirk on his face. Kazuya watches the interaction, equally curious as you.

You open the mysterious gift, giddy with anticipation. The nauseating smell abruptly invades your nostrils and you can feel the contents of your stomach bubble up and pile at the back of your throat. You gag involuntarily and slap your hands over your mouth, as the box tumbles down. A single severed human finger and some teeth glistening with moisture roll out.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!"

Kazuya jumps from his seat, toppling over the table in the process, and lunges at Daitou's throat. The latter can only stare in shock, baffled at a reaction he didn't foresee. There's genuine confusion shaping his features.

"But-...I thought..."

"What the hell did you think, that you'd show up with fucking human remains over some tea and cake?! Jesus, Daitou, she ain't our Lieutenant!"

"But I did- I did tell (Y/N) I'd..." he tries to find you with a pleading, worried look.

Once the risk of vomiting on the floor has diminished, you shove yourself between the men and gently try to remove Kazuya's arm, still clawed around the other man's throat.

"Let him go, Kazuya. He didn't mean to scare me." You glance at Daitou reassuringly. "Does that mean the stalker guy is now a solved matter?"

The yakuza nods energetically, his eyes now sparkling with pride. He knew you'd understand. Once the tension is lifted, you quickly sweep the gory tokens back into their box and explain the situation to Kazuya. He collapses back in his seat with a frustrated sigh, facepalming himself.

"I'm so sorry, (Y/N), I should've told you he's being serious when he says shit like this." He glares at his friend. "She didn't actually expect you to go ahead and do it, dumbass. Couldn't you just mention it or something? 'Hey, I took care of that pervert following you around'! You think she would've demanded proof?"

Daitou is nervously fidgeting with his glass eye, as if searching for the proper words.

"But you always say women will like you more if you surprise them with gifts." He concludes with a pout.

There's a prolonged moment of silence and you burst our laughing, as the blonde simultaneously lets out an exasperated whine. You cannot get over the bizarre sight in front of you: someone as massive and imposing as Daitou, cornered like a punished school boy.

"See, this is what I've been telling Boss. You're a lost cause." Kazuya rests his elbows on his knees, closing the distance between him and Daitou and continuing with a lecturing tone. "If you got a crush on someone, you bring them flowers or something! What are you, a crackhead? Do I have to teach you basic manners?"

"More importantly, uh...what should I do with these? I guess jewelry made of teeth is a thing, but the finger? Won't it go bad?" you cautiously dangle the package next to your ears, listening to the rustle of its contents.

Kazuya rips the box from you.

"I'm starting to suspect you don't have all the tiles on your roof either. I'll get rid of it, so you better pretend nothing ever happened. Are we clear?"

Both you and Daitou nod obediently.

On your way back, the man can't help the excitement building up in his chest. You liked his gift, didn't you? He hasn't done anything wrong. Does that make it official, then? As he ponders the implications, he peeks at your small frame, barely managing to keep up with him. Would it be alright if he reached for your hand? Is he supposed to ask first? All these steps confuse him to no end.

Nonetheless, he couldn't be more thankful for you.

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hotyanderedaddies · 4 months

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Yandere DaddyDom Yakuza With a Kawaii Darling (You)

[Yandere! DaddyDom! Yakuza x GN Kawaii! Reader]

·゜·:.。..。.:·☆·゜·:.。..。.:·☆

When people see you and Daddy together out on the street, they can't help but notice how different the two of you appear.

You're tiny and petite and bubbly-- the epitome of "Kawaii".

Meanwhile, Daddy towers over you, looking like an imposing wall of solid muscle. He always has a gruff sneer on his face, constantly glaring at anyone who dares to cross his path.

Dating a member of the feared Yakuza wasn't your first choice, but after his persistent following you around the city, and the "mysterious" way all of your other suitors seemed to have gone missing, you'd decided to give the man a chance.

You quickly learned that your new boyfriend took his role as Daddy very seriously.

Daddy immediately moved you into his apartment where he could keep a constant eye on you. Noting your love of all things cutesy and kawaii, he made sure to add some décor to better suit your taste.

You examine a measuring cup shaped like a frog at the store?

Daddy buys it and has it waiting in the kitchen for you.

You get annoyed and try to berate Daddy when you discover a tracking app on your phone?

Daddy turns it into a lecture on how he needs to know your whereabouts at all times so he can protect you.

You get a speeding ticket?

Daddy takes away your driving privileges.

You argue that he can't take away your driving privileges?

Daddy grounds you... for three weeks.

And when Daddy grounds you, that means that he drives you to and from work/school; you have to sit on his lap at home and nowhere else; and if you get out of line, you get a spanking.

Lately, you were in trouble because you'd surprised Daddy at work and had interrupted an important meeting that he was having.

A tiny mischievous part of you knew that it would be a bad idea to give the big, scary man a kawaii bento box in the shape of one of your favorite anime characters in front of the rest of his yakuza members, but you couldn't resist. The thought of seeing the intimidating man all flustered was too much to ignore.

And sure enough, the second you'd walked into the conference room and had spotted Daddy, his eyes had honed in on the box in your hands. You'd worn a big smirk on your face as you'd placed it down on the table in front of him.

"I brought you lunch, Daddy," you'd smiled. "I hope you like it."

As you'd hoped, his face had turned bright red as the rest of the members snickered.

It'd been all giggles until Daddy got home, and in a split second, had you bent over his knee with your bare ass presented to him.

"You're going to count aloud, or else I'm going to have to start all over," Daddy growled at you.

SMACK!

"One," you whimpered.

SMACK!

"Two."

SMACK!

"Three."

The final part of your punishment was something different that Daddy had thought of. He'd said that since you love being kawaii all the time...

"Baby," Daddy tsked as he sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for you to leave the bathroom. "Daddy's getting impatient."

"Um, coming," you hesitated, taking one last look in the mirror. Taking a deep breath, you exited the bathroom, dressed up in the outfit that Daddy had bought for you: a bright pink ensemble with kawaii critters scattered around on it. To up the ante, you even wore a pair of frilly pink panties that could easily be seen to the prying eye.

Daddy's smirk pulled up slightly.

"Um, h-how do I look?" you blushed.

Daddy got off the bed and stalked over towards you, wrapping both of his strong arms around you as he picked you up off the ground, pulling you into his big chest.

"You're so cute," Daddy breathed, even leaning down to playfully nuzzle you. "You're Daddy's cute Darling. All Daddy's."

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gojonanami · 5 months

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thinking about yakuza!gojo and yakuza!geto whose families have both issued proposals to your own yakuza family. and the two aren't very interested in marriage -- until you've gathered them both up and threaten them to convince their families to rescind the proposals. and suddenly, they're very interested in you.

and now you have two yakuza heirs fighting over who gets to marry you.

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yandere-writer-momo · 4 days

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Yandere Baki Head Canon:

Mine Mine Mine

Yandere Hanayama Kaoru x Childhood Fem Reader

TW: Jealousy, murder (mention), delusional behavior, power imbalance, yandere behavior, etc.

Aged Up Character. They’re in their mid 20s

Hanayama could remember the day two of you first met. It was in the springtime after his mother had passed away, a difficult time for him that made him nearly empty inside. A time where you, a foreigner, had extended your hand to him with a smile. A small gesture of kindness that scorched itself into his memory for all eternity. This insignificant moment to you, was the start of your love story with him. A foreign exchange student turned violinist and the future leader of the Hanayama group.

Your friendship was originally onesided but Hanayama began to open up to you when he noticed how you didn’t have ulterior motives. You were incredibly naive and kind to a fault. You fascinated him with how oblivious to the world you were. You were innocent like a lamb.

In the early months of your friendship with him, you often brought him homemade lunches with the recent math homework notes (since he struggled with math). You’d often chatter beside him as he silently sat beside you. Hanayana was at first confused by your mannerisms but the more he watched you, the more he understood.

You were the sun while he was the moon. You were a bright warm light that made everything burst to life with a glance while others didn’t often seek out his. Yet you selflessly shared your light with him which made him slowly open up to you. You never excluded him from any of the invitations you’d give to together classmates, which often ended up causing just you and Hanayama to hang out alone.

Hanayama wasn’t sure when his crush on you grew into something more, but he knew he loved you. Hanayama Kaoru loved you so much that he was obsessed with you. He’d get in the way of any potential romance you could have with anyone because in his mind, you belonged to him.

The two of you were a couple. You two went on dates (his classmates didn’t want to be involved with a yakuza)! You’d play your violin for him while he’d watch you like a hawk with the smallest hint to a smile on his scarred lips. That was just the way your relationship was… Hanayama was your protective shadow while you were his shining star.

As the two of you grew older and he became busier once he became head of the family and you grew traction as a violinist, the two of you drifted apart a bit. A fact Hanayama hated. He hated the paperwork and constant ‘business meetings’ he had to go to. It was frustrating that he wasn’t able to be around you. You’re his beloved partner, his future wife.

So Hanayana turned to Kizaki for advice on how to make up for his absence. His right hand man happily suggested gift giving to make up for his lack of a physical presence in your life. And Hanayama nodded his head. You had often said you enjoyed flowers… how about a bouquet of roses?

It started with one bouquet of ruby red roses and that was the start of his swarm of gifts. Hanayama felt his breath hitch at the bright smile on your face at receiving the roses. How your eyes crinkled with delight as you thanked him for the gift. He didn’t know you’d be so thrilled to receive such a small bouquet of roses… would you want more than those ones?

The bouquets become bigger each week. Redder, fuller, and more fragrant. But soon that wasn’t enough for him to see your smiles over flowers. No. Hanayama should buy you jewelry. Necklaces and bracelets from famous jewelers all across the world for his beautiful violinist!

Yet you’d always smile at him and tell him his company was enough. Hanayama couldn’t believe how sweet you were… it only made him want to spoil you more.

Whenever he’d have free time, he’d sneak off to see your orchestra shows. He was your number one fan, the first one you ever had… Hanayama enjoyed seeing how you’d light up the room in awe at your musical talent… until he noticed how chummy one of the bassist in the orchestra started to become with you. You weren’t cheating on Hanayama were you? He really didn’t want get his hands dirty…

You’d always run to his side whenever your shows ended as you thanked him for coming. Your cute smile and flushed cheeks always made his heart flutter… until the face of that bassist snuck into his mind. Should he ask you about that guy? No… you were his.

Hanayama started to grow busier once more but his paranoia about the other man didn’t lessen. No, it intensified due to his absence in your life. Hanayama felt physically ill at the idea of you being with anyone other than him. You were his love. His light. If someone tried to take you away, he’d lose his mind.

So he began to send a few of his men to watch over you… for his own peace of mind (to stalk you). It was just to ease the jealousy that seeped into his heart. That’s all… until they reported how the bassist often seemed to make you uncomfortable. Turns out he was the son of the composer so he often got away with harassing you… and that wasn’t going to fly with Hanayama. No one messed with Hanayama’s woman and got away with it.

It wasn’t hard to capture that man and give him a slow, agonizing death for making you cry, but his involvement made life more difficult for you. He noticed how your solos lessened in the orchestra despite how you were significantly more talented than the other musicians. He hadn’t realized the disappearance of the son would be blamed on you… Hanayama hadn’t meant to make your life harder!

And that’s when an epiphany hit him. Why don’t you just marry him now? You’d live a comfortable and safe life where you could play your violin as much as you wanted! Wouldn’t that be lovely?

Hanayama planned out the perfect proposal for you! One where he had even picked out a dress for you and booked out a restaurant… But when the day came around for him to fetch you, he was shocked that you were a bit frightened by this loud action of love. Did you not like this establishment? Or the clothes? Hanayama could always get you something different!

You shake your head and reassure him, but he still is upset by your lack of interest in this date. Perhaps red would have suited your taste more than black? Or was the restaurant too upscale for your taste? Hanayama would do better next time!

Hanayama is so worried when you tremble before him like a frightened rabbit. His large hand held your small one in his as his eyes softened at you.

“Why are you shaking so much?” Hanayama softly asked, his deep voice barely above a whisper. “Is it too cold in here?”

You sniffle a bit as a few tears fall down your face. “People said you might have done something to Yuki… but you didn’t, right?”

Ah. You wanted reassurance about that man’s disappearance. How kind of you… but you had no need to worry.

“I only ever do anything if it’s in your best interest.” Hanayama gave you a soft smile, one that was specifically reserved for you. He reached his free hand over so his fingers could wipe away your tears. “Your happiness is my number one priority.”

You nodded your head as you leaned into his touch. An action that made a delighted shiver run down Hanayama’s spine.

“You always do so much for me, Kaoru.” Hanayama loved that you called him by his first name. You were the only person in this world that was allowed to do that. “I just feel so bad… is there anything I can do for you?”

Hanayama gave you a sweet smile as he moved his hands away from your form. His right hand reached into his suit jacket to pull out a small black box. Your eyes widened in shock when Hanayama went down on one knee beside you.

Hanayama opened the box to reveal a dazzling diamond ring that no doubt cost a kidney on the black market. His smile never left his scarred face as he stated to you in a stern voice, “Marry me. Marry me and you’ll never have a worry in the world again. Say that you’ll be mine and no one else’s.”

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hyqerfixation · 11 months

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WAITER SAT AT THE TABLE

-art by ringorenji88 on twitter.

OKKK YAKUZA PILLARS WE LOVE..

Kny boys Drabble NOT FINISHED..

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"oh shit for real? The pillars are here!? " the pianist asked in shock

"yeah u can see them in the vip seating on the other side of the casino"

"oh for fuck sakes, another fight is probably gonna happen some time soon. "

"you bet"

After hearing the two colleagues gossip Y/n placed her old hairbrush back into her bag.

“What the fuck are pillars?” Y/n thought.

The strip club was definitely something,a popular angle wing in the outskirts of the city of japan

But how could she describe this club?

Utter shit

Female hookers only had a little bit to get ready for their customers, and the bartenders had even less time to change into their uniforms and set the stools down before the casino gets ready

Too add on, the club didn't have a wonderful dressing room for performers to get "all dolled up," as many owners put it, so she dressed up in the ladies employees restroom as long with her female colleagues.

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"HELP Y/N I CANT ZIP MY DRESS UP AND I HAVE TO GO OUT ANY MINUTE!"

"ume calm down jesus fucking crist, Turn around ill do the zip."

Y/N zipped up the performers outfit, which was way more flashier then her skutty uniform.

"daki ur late ur supposed to be on stage letter A right now!"

Another performer exclaimed, rushing daki out of the females room.

"OKAY OKAY I'M COMING ALRIGHT" daki turned around to y/n who was also supposed to be out on her shift right now.

"LET'S MEET UP LATER MM K?"

Y/N sighed lightly while giving a suttle smile

"sure" y/n replied on her way to follow daki to the exit.

Y/n exited the bathroom, leaving her aftershow clothes in on the bathroom sink as long as her bag, and began shifting her fingerless gloves.

“I should’ve pretended to sick today smh” she thought.

"hey y/n! What's up w being late all the time. We could've had a smoke break together."

"i would of been here five minutes ago but I was helping your sister "

Y/ns workmate, also known to be gyutaro rolled his eyes as he gave y/n her note pad and biro pen.

"whatever dude, but come tell me when your on your next break so we can go smoke mm k?"gyutaro said

Y/N waved him goodbye as she slowly walked away.

"we could've talked longer if u came on the right fucking time."

"mm k!" y/n mimicked, taking notes how the siblings act like each other.

Y/N walked out of the bar counter and pushed a stool aside her to continue on to taking orders.

Yet while she looked around she noticed all her work mates avoided the back left,also known as the more "mightier side". Was there someone big there? But if it was someone famous there wouldn't everyone be offering to take their order?

It didn't make sense.

Y/N walked towards to back without a ponder. There wasn't anyone to take the people's orders since the waiters scurried to take their orders, as if they were avoiding a certain table.

'whatever this is; i need that bag, so I guess I'm just going to have to deal with whatever hits me.' y/n thought.

High heels clanked on the ground while y/n search for a table to assist, only for-

"y/n! Y/n!"

She turned around.

"sasumaru? What's up with you?"

Sasumaru was one of y/ns closet friends at the casino, besides the siblings. She wanted to be a volley ball player but failed at everything ever since she was put under house arrest.

"I'm begging you to do that vip table! All of us are to scared to do it!"

"Well why, its not like they are gonna try to kill u for getting their order wrong."

Sasumaru laughed sarcastically

"they tried to kill yahaba because he asked if they wanted ice in their drink!" sasumaru exclaimed, rocking y/n back and fourth by the collar.

"whatever, I'll do it" y/n dead panned

"Are u so sure after hearing what I just told u!" sasumaru panicked even more

"yes it's fine I'll just do what they say, no questions, no ice."

Sasumaru stopped and starred at y/n

"Now will you let me go?" y/n asked.

"AAAAA UR SO COOL Y/N!!! SO BRAVE TOO, JUST LIKE ME"

Y/N pulled sasumaru off her and continued to walk to the vip room

'if u were brave like me, u would be walking to the vip lounge' y/n giggled to her self.

"hey babe what's ur number?"

"look at the fat in her back!"

"I would smack that"

Y/N grumbled to her self about these comments, much to her dismay shes pretty much used to the cat calling here. The manager doesn't really give a shit about the treatment his female employees get here.

'tch, whatever. Fucking saddos'

Y/N walked to the vip table, no in closer inspection she saw a group of men.

Rich men.

Rich and powerful men.

How could y/n tell they were powerful? Doesn't the silent tables of men around them tell you enough? What about the employees refusing to serve any where over here? Is that enough?.

"what could I get for you guys" y/n asked carefully, remembering what happend to yahaba.

"finally someone flashy to help us order!" one of the men said. His hair silver white with magenta eyes that popped. Jewellery coated his body with a expensive tuxedo.

"can I please just have some water? I hope that's okay." the other man said, he was way more bigger then the others and had a red beaded necklace on, his eyes were-wait, is he blind?

"CAN I PLEASE HAVE SOME HOT WINGS" a booming voice asked, his eyes were orange and red, matching with his hair.

"shut the fuck up Kyojuro. I want a sex on the beach cocktail" another white haired male asked, his appearance way more scary then the others with his scars that show from his face to where the tuxedo is undone to show more scars.

"I want the same as sanemi!" the male from the start exclaimed again.

Y/N noted all of these

"anything else?"

"how about you darling?" the flashy man asked. y/n internally screamed inside.

"can uzui shut his mouth for ten seconds" the man known as uzui smacked the scar face beside him while the others laughed.

Y/N walked away when they finished their order.

Okay! Maybe they are a little bit imtimidating.

Yeah, especially when she realised she saw them on the news for murder half way through their order.

But it's fine. It won't bother her THAT badly. Would it?.

"what's up with you? You are all shaken up."

"I just realised I was taking the fucking pillars orders"

"Are you fucking stupid? Everyone knew that's why they stayed closer to the entrance."

Y/N clicked her tounge, she knew that she was stupid but she Just wanted some more money! Cut her some slack!

"I did hear the pianist talk about it outside of getting changed. I didn't really deep much into it though."

Gyutaro placed the drinks on a round black tray along with some hot wings.

"I mean it's your problem now, and to be honest if they didn't like you, you would have been dead by now."

Y/N awkwardly smiled, knowing shes fucked.

"yeah yeah whatever."

She grabbed the tray and started to walk back towards the mobsters

I mean are they really mobsters? even though how imtimidating they were, they somewhat respected you.

They respected you way more then other people you are close with.

"look at her body."

"she's hot."

"yo guys should I ask for her number?"

At this point y/n couldn't even hear the things that were said about her. She was too focused about the men on the Vip table. Is she scared? Incredibly. Is she going to act like nothings bothered her about them? Yes. She is.

The platform heels platters the floor, alarming the men on the table.

"I see your back so soon"

The bling guy said, clasping his hands together.

"took her time didn't she." the scarface complained, tapping his finger on the table.

"don't be so rude sanemi."

" and how the fuck am I being rude?!?"

Y/N placed their drinks down, ignoring how her body's shaking from the pillars infront of her.

"so lady! How long have you been working here?"

Y/N paused at what she was doing and looked up to the fire head who just asked her a question.

"just under a year."

Kyojuro nodded and smiled

"that's nice, you look so young though how old are you?"

Sanemi who sat on the edge of the table hanged his leg out

"I bet not a day over 19"

Y/N chuckled lowly, letting her guard down

"I'm 23"

Uzui spat his drink out

"HUH"

Gyomei smiled towards y/n, he felt comfortable around her arua.

He couldnt explain it, she just seems nice to hang around with.

Y/N chuckled again

"do I really look that young? -"

"NO WAY UR MY AGE"

Uzui shouted light heartily, maybe he could have a 4th wife.

"how about she sits down with us? Since u guys are obsessing over her like bitchy dogs."

Sanemi complained, true they were acting like dogs, but he would be lying if he didn't want to talk to y/n too.

"that's not a bad idea!" Rengoku exclaimed while tengen patterned on the the sofa like chair in between him and Kyojuro.

"how about you sit here precious?"

Y/Ns face paled, does she have a choice? I mean she doesn't mind sitting between them she's just worried her boss would think she's slacking off again.

"don't force her, remember she has a job to do." gyomei said to the two, for sanemi to agree

"I'll pay her to sit with me, her job is to get money from customers right? Come sit down with us darling."

Uzui said, while rengoku took a few papers out of his wallet.

"It's fine if you don't want to! We will still pay for our drinks." Rengoku re assured y/n.

Y/N smiled softly, forgetting her worries about any of them.

"cmon girl they will be asking all night if u don't say anything." sanemi grumbled, embarrassed of the two weirdos on the table with him.

"sure.but not for to long"

"BETTER THEN NOTHING!" Rengoku shouted, for uzui to nudge sanemi to move for y/n to get in.

Sanemi stood up and put his hand on her shoulder.

"come on uzui we don't have all day."

"Sorry my fatass Is making it harder to get out, I know you can't relate sanemi" uzui chuckled to make sanemi embarrassed. Y/n chuckled lowly, just to embarrass him more.

"whatever, in you get girl"

Y/N nudged over to Kyojuro, only to smile at each other while ignoring gyomei telling uzui to not body shame anyone.

"It's not my fault he fails at squats" uzui said nudging over to sit next to y/n

Which made her sandwiched between two physco extroverts who wears expensive tuxedos

Nothing else could get worse then it already is.

"so pretty face, what's your name?" sanemi asked, fed up of the name calling.

"I bet her name is really cool!"

"I bet its something snazzy"

Gyomei took a sip of his water and looked over to y/n

"whatever her name is, it would be beautiful."

Y/N was going to answer sanemis question once she had some of uzuis drink, that he offered her.

"my name is -"

"Y/N."

#demon slayer #yandere kimetsu no yaiba #anime #kny x reader #kny yakuza au #thank you dear anon #aesthetic #art #gaming #writing #rengoku x reader #sanemi x reader #uzui x reader #gyomei x y/n #kny x y/n #hashiras #upper moons #gyutaro and daki

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yandere-genji · 1 year

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💎Yandere Yakuza Hanzo Headcanons

• Yandere Yakuza!Hanzo owns the streets of Hanamura, often patrolling with his crew late at night. He has the most important people of the city in his pocket or working alongside him. The Yakuza has infiltrated practically the whole city.

• When you first arrive in Hanamura, you very quick learn this. You were wise to heed the warnings to stay away from anything related to the organization.

• But the Yakuza scouts any new residents, anyone that lives in the city is apart of their property. And Hanzo’s men are always eager to talk about a new pretty face that shows up in their territory. Often he pays no mind to them, more occupied by his duties than in chasing a shiny new toy. But once he does catch sight of you, he is fascinated by what he sees.

• He is on duty every night, yet still finds the time to keep a close eye on you. You’re smart, you don’t hang about the usual places he and his crew would frequent. Many newcomers are quick to dismiss the influence of the Yakuza, but you knew better than that. Still, you couldn’t escape him.

• You sparked his interest, something most people would kill for. He wanted to absorb you into his organization and gain full control of you. It began with infiltrating your workplace. New hires would try to entice you to joining the Yakuza with all its benefits. But you would respectfully decline and try to avoid any more interaction with them as possible.

•When that didn’t work, he would send men to bestow you gifts on his behalf. It was certainly a shock, you didn’t know what you had done to receive anything from the Yakuza boss himself. But word quickly spread around the city that he had claimed you, all before you had even seen him yourself.

• People grew distant from you. Some were taking precautions, others had received unsavory warnings. Before you knew it, everyone in the street stared at you as you walked by, whispering to each other as you passed. It upset you, and you started asking around about Hanzo to anyone who wasn’t afraid to speak to you. Those being people who were already affiliated with the Yakuza themselves and it would not be long until Hanzo caught wind of your curiosities.

• In the dark of night, you were pulled into an alleyway by a group of well-dressed men. You were panicked, though you already knew you were living on borrowed time. They brought you to a marvelous adorned tea house, pink petal blossoms peppering the gardens. And there was Hanzo, dressed handsomely in western attire as he kneeled beside the table.

• It was the first time you had seen him, and he already left a memorable impression. You heard stories about how vicious he was, and you could see it on his face. Even in his most relaxed state, his eyes were always angry and alert.

• Many of your meetings with the Yakuza boss would be like this. When he was not preoccupied with his clandestine operation, he ushered you into a private room (though the privacy was soured by the entourage of men patrolling the perimeter) and the two of you spoke while he enjoyed a cup of tea.

•Declining his invitations wasn’t an option for you. You couldn’t escape him, you were both aware of that. Still, he wanted you closer. What good were you by yourself, you had to be by his side where he could keep you safe. Make sure no one in this world would hurt you and you would always be taken care of.

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yanaleese · 3 months

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Karma Sangre - Insane NSFW

This is Part 2 of Karma's NSFW!

To see Karma's Normal NSFW, click here!

Content warning: MALE reader, HARD explicit smut, detailed and gorey kinks, BDSM, and general Yandere material. Please note that this is for 17+ audiences only.

Congratulations, [Y/N]! You have officially fucked up any chance of having a normal relationship with Karma! I hope you're happy <3. Now you may be wondering how the f u c k you even got here in the first place. Well, to start off: Karma gave you many, many chances to prove him wrong. To show him that you were capable of change, or to act like a dumb, naïve bitch. Unfortunately, you decided to be greedy and risk it all. And you did so...terribly! Thus in present time, all you can do is watch as your once beloved, docile partner transforms into your worse nightmare incarnate, with demons haunting you to spare. From the never-ending silence, to the deep-shade of darkness that enveloped you both, Karma was making it very clear. That nobody, including your own Prince Charming, was not going to save you from the bloodthirsty monster called your boyfriend. Or... ...was, your boyfriend."La hemos cagado, ¿verdad, Mami?" Karma's sickening, husky voice chuckled with excitement as he flipped the switch, revealing your untouched, bare body. Embarrassed, you hid what little of your crotch you could. But thanks to the iron chains gripping your hands and feet, you had little to no chance of concealing yourself, moreso escape from him. "¿O debería decir...mi chucho bayunco?~" He slurred, ending his words with a slow, yet eerie whisper. Your once uneasy thoughts amplified into a thousand worries, each anxiety impelling fear and adrenaline to rack your body. Your first instinct was to scream, to beg, to shout, to- "Nu-uh-uh~" Karma covered your mouth, grinning as a sharp dagger sunk deep into your shoulder blade; the blow was quick, and his cut was flawless, clean. "Don't play victim on me." You howled, closing your eyelids shut as the knife passed through veins and muscles. One tear, then another fell on the cement ground, the pain causing you to drool and scream at this thing in front of you. But suddenly, you froze as you finally caught a glimpse of his eyes. And boy, do you regret it. Staring back at you, was two irises coated in full darkness. His pupil was abnormally dilated, the corners of his eyes dotted with pulsing veins. Not a single strand of light in the room passed through it, except the murky vision of you. Your horrified form. Your trembling hands. Your bleeding lips. Your pounding heart.

y̯̤͑́́̓́ ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚ û̶͙̽̿͆̈ r̶̷̲͍̭͐̾̀͟ h̶̯̰̝̻̿̓͢ ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ ă̶̸̝ͦ͊̿͋͞ r̶̷̲͍̭͐̾̀͟ t̴͕͖͓̀ ?

Catching your gaze, he harshly grabbed your chin, his irises splitting into honeycombs. It alarmed you, how such a disgusting man lured you into his sickly, sticky web. "Chucho, escúchame." "No, no, no! Karma!" Whatever he was doing, he was invading your mind, your inner thoughts; it must've been the look. "Please...let me go! Karma! Please! Please just stop!" As you struggled, he continued to lick his steaming hot tongue over and over your Adam's apple, causing you to shudder in pure fear. His once welcomed touch now felt invasive and unwanted, as if he was infected with a contagious disease. And yet, he loved that. He loved watching you squirm underneath him. Ah, he could get used to this. "You will never, EVER do that again." His fangs sank deep into your shoulder blade, while his fingers curled and churned into your open wound. "You hear me?" You bobbed your head a million times. All you could do was stare at the ground, your tears forming into a fresh puddle, cruelly reflecting the new you. The broken you. "Yes! Yes! I'm sorry!" You just wanted him to stop. To stop touching you like that. "Forgive me, Karma!" The pain. You were in so much pain. "F...forgive me..." After a few moments, he released his grip on your shoulders, caressing the top of your head with his bloody fingers. Pleased with your silence, he chuckled before planting a loving kiss on top of your forehead. "Good."

INSANE HEADCANNONS:

When it comes to having sex, you have absolutely no say in what you want or how you want it with Karma. Your only job is to get your cock and your ass aroused and fucked like the bitchy cumslut you are. Good luck in trying to reverse the damage, folks!

Unlike past sexual escapades, Karma is NOT the type to take up a challenge, nor deal with a talking match. You better learn when no means NO, and yes means YES. Otherwise, he'll do the favor and cut your fucking tongue out, along with some sloppy knife cuts in your mouth here and there.

If there is one thing that remains in this toxic relationship, is the way he worships and caresses your body. But instead of playing nice, he'll devour layers and layers of your skin until he sees bone. And if you're complaining, he'll happily do the favor of pouring bottles of rubbing alcohol all over your wounds! Happy?

In terms of arousal, he doesn't care if you're ready. You're ready when he wants you to be ready. But if he's in the mood, he'll occasionally suck your cock and finger your bussy for fun. If not, mentally prepare yourself for a long night of physical torture...starting with your back.

To him, your back is the perfect canvas for displaying ownership. So first, he'll take his sweet time smacking and groping your ass cheeks. Then, he'll begin whipping your body into good shape, making sure it's nice and deep, so that way, if you somehow manage to escape - you'll remember how much he really loves you ♥️.

Next, he'll do the regular routine in healing your injuries...by dousing it in acid! You see, you have to understand. He can't afford the normal alcohol to lose his progress. Besides, it's quite unfair considering how much blood, sweat, and tears you guys went through! 😄

To top it all of, he'll use a piping hot branding iron that he customized just for you! It took him some serious bucks and backdoors to finally obtain it, but it's worth the price especially when he sees your sobbing, wheezing face screaming from the pain!

Ah yes, one of his favorite parts to see - your face. Before, he wasn't able to withstand your tears and your distress. However, thanks to the change in circumstances, he considers your wallowing as the most arousing, pleasurable thing about you. Especially when you look upon him in fear.

However if you still have some fight left in you, don't worry! He knows how to break that attitude out of you. All he has to do is to use your worst phobia to the extremes and consider the job done!

So now, that you're all pretty and docile, he'll finally give you the independence you wanted...by making sure he cleanly breaks every single bone in your body. After that, you're free to be in a wheelchair for his personal comfort.

"Es increíble lo frágil que es el cuerpo humano, ¿no, chucho?" Oh, you hated that name. Chucho. Ever since your relationship twisted into this sadistic mental game, he no longer calls you Mami. It's not as if you wanted to hear that anymore, anyways.

Tilting his head cutely, Karma continued staring at the mirror, his eyes landing on your scarred hands. He kissed it gently, which was a mercy - compared to him biting on your knuckles prior. Terrified of upsetting him, you drifted your eye contact to the polished wooden floor, begging yourself not to glare.

"Ha, [Y/N]..." Hearing your name on his lips made you shudder. "I just can't wait to show you my wonderful family back home."

What?

"Don't worry, Chucho." He paused on the last finger, before giving it one final kiss. "I'm sure, eventually...that you'll enjoy their company just as much as I did."

Staring at the floor, you remained silent, not bothering to give him an answer.

It's not like you had the choice, anyways.

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Thank goodness I finished this omfg srsly...

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yandere-kokeshi · 2 years

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— You deserve the world

Pairing: Yandere overhaul x female quirkless darling

Request(ed?): Yes! - Heyo!!! could I have Overhaul with an female darling (who is quirkless) gets taken hostage? — submitted by overhaul anon!

Warnings: stockholm Syndrome/and yandere behavior and violence.

Author Note: Thank you so so much!! Overhaul is my favorite villian. Feel free to request again!!

Overhaul is known for his villain ways: wanting to get rid of germs of the world and protect the most important person in the world. He tried his best to make sure you always felt comfortable, no matter how tired he was or how touch-starved he was towards you; your needs were and always are higher than his.

Any call towards his name with the voice of his beloved was more important, especially right now. His mind was racing per second, thinking the worst cases possible.

All he wanted was to keep you safe, the reason he took you to your new home. But, while he was trying to finish some paperwork; called to rearrange a meeting with a group of lousy villains, they had broken in, trapping him in a room with smart moves while killing any guards and then… Taking you in the process.

He was angered, fists clenching in worry as he walked down the disgusting corridors of the hidden base the villains decided to take cover in. All he could think was the ‘if’s’.

What if they touched you with their disgusting germs?

What if you got hurt, would it be infected?

What if they hurted you and you were gone?

What if…. So many of them surrounded his head like a cartoon show.

He wanted to crush every single one of them, cause them enough pain, the amount he felt when his heart shattered when he saw you being taken away from the security cameras.

Overhaul killed anyone who deemed to stop him or let alone get in his path, the whole base looked like a brutal murder scene: blood on the walls, floor, even on his clothes and mask.

He didn’t bother cleaning the blood that splattered on him, nor did he worry about it. All he wanted was to come get you and make sure you were okay.

—

“You're quite stubborn, ain’t ya?”

A pool of blood mixed with spit dripping down your jaw. Your breathing was heavier than normal, time was lost to you. It could've been a few hours or a whole day since you were taken, the men watched you like a snake ready to pounce on its prey.

All you were doing was laying in your room, waiting for Kai to be done with work till you door busted open: two men grabbing you and throwing you over one of their shoulders, covering your mouth with some type of rag before you passed out.

You woke up with a pounding headache, as well as a cut lip and your nose bleeding from the impact of the slap they did to wake you up.

The greasy man, in front of you, lit a freshly drawn cigarette, taking a deep inhale, while blowing the smoke towards your face. “Now, how much long do you think you’ll hold this up?”

You refused to look at him, gagging at the heavy smell of smoke mixed with copper.

Your body was in pain, a few scratches on your face, along with a bruise on your cheek; throbbing every time you slightly moved.

From the sound of screeching of his chair and the loud footsteps forward, he showed himself, yanking the back of your hair and making you face him: “I can hold as long as I can, trust me. I can see why Overhaul would want a pretty thing like yourself.”

You kept a stone-face, not wanting to show the enemy the pleasure of you being scared but; it was thinning out, all you wanted was to be in Kai’s presence.

“Yeah… I think i’ve found something to enjoy, darlin’,” The man spoke loudly, causing the two lackeys to snicker.

Before anyone could manage to say anything, loud clutter noises were heard down the hall, being stifled through the thick walls, constant and growing closer.

For the first time in what felt like an eternity, a warmth of relief spread through your stomach.

“The hell…?” One of the men by the door, guarding, pulled out his gun.

“Don’t ask me! Go check it.” The leader barked. The man who was by the door side-eyed the man next to him and unlocked the door, two of them walking out to check the noises.

As the door closed shut with a loud bang, the leader turned back to you with a sly smirk. “Now, where were we—”

There was a loud slam against the door to the room: a large, rounded dent showing in the thick metal. Then, another pound came, adding a newer, thicker bulge to the door.

By the time you counted down to one, the door was thrown across the room, knocking into one of the men: blood seeping under it as it spread against the greasy floors.

Kai showed himself in the doorway, golden eyes that shone in the low-light. In just a moment with him connecting eyes with yours, it showed a wave of relief and rage; his eyebrows pressing against each other once he saw the position you were in.

The man, somehow, screamed at his other men to attack, though Overhaul was on a warpath, wanting to kill every single last of them till he could get his end goal: you.

One of the men thought it was a good idea to start shooting at him; ringing the bullets till he was all out, until, his upper body was destroyed.

You couldn’t help but watch closely, seeing him move through the room, calculating, quick, and aggressive eye movements towards you and the men; snapping through the men in half like they were twigs, blood splattering on the walls and ceiling. These men were stupid, not highly smart to think they’d even survive Overhaul’s quirk and his tactical moves against them.

Each time, the men either were destroyed or collapsed, laying dazed on the ground. All while he was fighting them, his eyes were glazed over in a look of fury and duty. Except, whenever he looked towards you, quick looks that showed apologetic and worried gaze, saying “I’m sorry, please hold on.”

He was killing the last of the men, when you felt a hand grip your hair, yanking it back while digging a gun into your temple; feeling the metal shake from the leader.

Overhaul spun around, his sight set on the handgun. His body tensed, and for a minute, you saw pure fright through his golden orbs before they rounded back to a glare, meeting the gaze of the man who had hurted you and held you captive.

“Don’t fucking take a single step,” The man stated, digging the metal more into your head: threatening the stoic yakuza who he knew had the upper ground.

As the man gripped your hair tightly, the gash on your face started to dribble down your neck, mixing with the torn and bloodied shirt you were wearing.

“You come any closer — and her brain turns into confetti.”

Kai was angered, fists clenching in fear and unpredictableness. His terrifying golden-eyes that shook you to the core, as he stared hard.

Within a second, a loud bang and the connection of your body hitting the floor, hard. Blaring noises surrounded you: gun shots, alarms blaring, and muffled screaming.

As you blinked multiple times, trying to refocus your vision and the now high-pitched ringing in your ears; the heavy scent of copper and rapid sizzling surrounded you.

You couldn’t see what happened, but from the view of the blood splattered against the room and the muffled noises; the voice in your head told you, Kai was giving a thorough, yet justified, beating to the man who dared to touch you.

As you lifted your head, you saw Kai’s silhouette walking towards you, gently pulling your form and the chair upright. As he twisted and untied the knot on the ropes, attempting to safely free you; he kept glancing at you, before saying something.

“When we get home, I'm gonna clean and disinfect your injuries. After that, we’ll bathe you.” Kai stated. It was quiet before he spoke up again once the ropes were off. “Are you hurt anywhere...else? ”

You mumbled a small no, exhausted by the pulsing adrenaline.

You pulled away briefly, feeling tears run down your face, a type of relief leaving your body. His gloved hand gently padded them away, careful to not apply any pressure. You had no idea how much you missed him until you locked eyes into each other, seeing the worry in his eyes present.

Your stomach swirlied, feeling nauseous. You started to reflexively pull at your torn clothes around your chest until you felt the warmth of Kai’s jacket covering you. It smelled like clean sheets, smelling just like — him.

As you went to turn to look at him, he covered your eyes with his gloved hand.

“Please don’t move my hand,” He stated, he doesn’t need you to look at the bloody mess he caused to get to you; something you shouldn’t and never see.

He hooked his right arm under your legs and picked you up bride-style, keeping his other hand over your eyes. You rested your head against his beating chest, trying to feel less-lightheaded.

As Kai sped-walked from the scene, he noticed your fatigue state. “Oi, hey.” he called, carefully poking the side of your head a few times to rouse you. “Stay with me, please.”

“M’ sleepy…” You mumbled, trailing off unwillingly from the dizziness and heard him slightly curse as he hastily moved faster.

As he kept glancing at your passed out state, he made a promise to make sure that this mistake won’t happen again and that nothing would hurt you, ever again.

Even if it includes his death in the process.

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yyxandere · 6 months

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Hello! I have a small idea about the attitude of several yanderes from the Tojo clan towards their darling (this will be drastic and inexperienced, be careful 🤺):

Daigo, during his idle period, may take you for granted, neglecting you, but after Kiryu knocked some sense into him and became chairman, he began to greatly regret his behavior in the past. Therefore, he tries in every possible way to make amends to you like a beaten puppy. Mine tries to help him with this, looking for all the information about you and keeping an eye on you, reporting all the details to his master. If Daigo finds out that some men are too close to you, he will "convince" you to behave more decently (if they are lucky enough to survive).

Nishikiyama is not shy about showing his affection for you by giving you gifts or taking you on dates to expensive restaurants. Such an obvious braggart for you both before the events of Kiwami and after. He rarely takes his eyes off you, so I don’t rely on myself for a particularly long time.

Kiryu is so awkward when it comes to expressing his feelings, but he really tries! Oh, how he loves it when you spend time with the children! The way you take care of them even including Haruka just makes his heart swell with respect and love for you. In addition, Kamurocho is rich in all sorts of places for entertainment such as bowling alleys, game clubs and especially vending machines with plush toys. So you two are definitely not bored.

Kashiwagi may seem callous and cold at first glance, especially in Yakuza 0, but this is only at first glance. He expresses his concern when no one is looking. Did you leave after preparing food for him? He devoured it in a short period of time like a man possessed. Were you offended by some idiot? Don't worry, he's already kicked his ass. Do you want something? Everything is settled, the desired item is already on your coffee table! But over time, he becomes more open about his feelings towards you, becoming softer and more relaxed. Imagine his indescribable gratitude and happiness when you still agreed to be with him even after he left the Tojo clan. He is completely yours, your honor!

-ˋˏSINCERELY YOURS. . . ->

Anon. I will kiss you on your sweet, delectable lips right now. CAUSE THIS ASK IS HEAVEN SENT.

It’s been so long since I played Yakuza, so if the characters are OOC then please forgive me cuz it’s really been a long time (ノωヽ)

YOU ARE SO RIGHT ON DAIGO'S PART IT'S AMAZING!!!!!

Daigo in his early day would definitely be an asshole to you, he won't lay a finger on them but he would definitely ignore his you. Daigo loves them all right, but after what happened (Him and Ryuji), his pride is shattered and because of that he acted more of an asshole and of yes, in that period of time he really took you for granted, but when Kiryu saw or heard of what was happening (maybe you and Daigo still in a relationship, no kidnapping yet) Kiryu would absolutely slam him and like what you said knock some sense into him, he will give Daigo an ear of how to treat you properly.

After he became chairman, Daigo grew into a much more level-headed person, he thought more logically and more of a decent person rather than a brute. It wasn't easy for him, but he finally managed to learn better ways to approach you. However, you were always very cautious around him since he has been so cruel in the past, he knows. So he started to pay attention and he is trying to get closer to you. And he is making progress by spending time with you even if it's a fraction of time. Let's say even if he tries to spend time with you it doesn't work because you can't really seem to love him anymore because of his past. Then he got that part covered, you are now dating one of the strongest Yakuza clan in Kamurucho, hell even if you leave the city, the Tojo clan's reputation and influence is everywhere, so no matter where you are you're always going to be found, plus is it not for the better if you stay with him rather then leave? If you leave Daigo you won't have any protections against other Yakuza rivals, plus he is a whole new man mostly for you.

And since he is the new head of the Tojo clan he will have many men on his side, and one of the most loyal of them all is Mine. he is absolutely devoted to Daigo and will do anything to keep him happy, so if Daigo requested him to set up cameras, Mine would obey his command without hesitation. Daigo need information about the friend you were hanging out with? Bam, he has all of their records, their family, their last hospital check, their messages, whatever Daigo needs is there. Daigo's schedule may be full but if he does manage to make time, be prepared to be snuggled with love and riches. You've been eyeing that bag for a while now? He will come inside the store with you grab it and give it to you THEN pay for it and whoever decides to even harm you both on your outing, their ass be prepared for an ass whooping of a night and after that maybe if they are still conscience he will call one of his men to deal with the random thug. Most of all, Daigo now as a chairman will be more soft and loving towards you, like you said anon, like a puppy.

UGH MY FAVORITE KOI TATTOOED MAN NISHKIII :(((( (i just really wanna hug him bro)

Now Nishki was never afraid to show his love, it was like he was always in that honeymoon phase in the relationship, always bringing you flowers, you and him going out on walks or him giving them chocolates, you kept on telling him many times that he shouldn't do all of this, but he disagrees. St first you thought that it was only a phase in the relationship, but nope, many months in and he still does it, and slowly it's getting quite overbearing, even if you ask Nishki to give you some space, Niski is going to look at you with eyes like a beaten puppy and so ever since you have not said anything, worrying that you might hurt Nishki's feelings. Nishki is a huge romantic, he would always hold your bags and all and he would always pester you about living in the same apartment as him, you told him that it was too quick, Nishki at first would give you some space, but that wouldn't stop him from asking over and over again.

Now if we go the Nishki who is a different man than before, it's now like talking to a different person, Nishki before was a romantic wherever you went, he would always give you kisses and whatnot, but our blood-stained Nishki doesn't, don't get him wrong he loves you dearly but now it is a WHOLE different level. Remember you don't want to live in the same house as him? Too bad, he doesn't even ask the question, your'e already at his house with high security, so make sure that you will never leave. Nishki had been through hell and back, losing his brother, being compared to him, swallowing his own pride in front of his men, and the cherry on top, the passing of his dead sister. Nishki grew more paranoid, he became selfish he is like a feral dog protecting a bone or such, he is fuming and ready to blow someone's head off if they EVEN think to take you away from him, his keeping you captive is like a defense mechanism after all the things he went through, screaming and yelling won't do anything, it is much better to be quiet and do whatever he wants rather then be starved or slapped by him.

Can't make a post without mentioning my GOAT!!!!

Ah, Kiryu. The Dragon of Dojima is such an honorable and respectable person, the art that was placed on his back signifies the power and strength he holds, everyone knows his name in the city of Kamurucho or the dark underground, he is what a man wants to be, strong, respected and cold- wait is that him with a person holding their hands?! And in a closer look, HE IS BLUSHING?!!!

Jokes aside, our main man, Kiryu is an absolute oddball, he's a strong and composed man and can manage to have a clear line of thinking even in a dire situation, but whenever you near, or even hold his hands, inside of him, he is FLUSTRED, let us just hope that you're oblivious to that or else this man will go in a blushing state, good thing that Kiryu doesn't show to many expressions and just shows a stoic one. Like you said noonie, he really tries to show that he really loves you, Kiryu knows that he can be kind of bad when it comes to FULLY expressing what he wants to express, so he does a lot of acts of service, he regularly listens to your problem he even tries to learn how to cooks so you won't ever eat anything unhealthy.

Now if this is the time when Kiryu has Haruka, that's when things start getting interesting. Kiryu desires a normal life, especially a domestic one, he doesn't care who wheres the apron not, and he doesn't care at least you're happy, heck he would be content if he is a stay-at-home husband, and while you work, every time you went back home after a long day you would smell newly cooked food and steamed rice ready, while Haruka helps Kiryu with preparings the plates, but of course if you want to take a bath first, the tub is already filled with warm water its really your choice. Kiryu trusts you, that you won't go away or leave cause of Haruka, You heard what happened to Haruka and Kiryu knows your kind heart and in that moment knew that you won't ever leave Haruka or him, such thoughts could make you feel guilt for the rest of your life., you'll be another parental figure to Haruka no matter what.

Still, on the idea of domestic Kiryu, I would imagine all three of you go to a family outing or some such, maybe a weekend when you guys are in the park eating picnics or even the nearby arcades, both Haruka and Kiryu are gaming nerds. If ever Haruka wins a plushie from a vending machine, she will give it to you and the scene always makes Kiryu's heart flutter since Kiryu is a family man, if there was someone who would be foolish enough to hurt his family (even if you guys aren't married yet) he will show them that living in the Yakuza for many years showed him many different punching techniques…

Now…for my favorite old man……

Devotion. That's one word to describe Kashiwagi when it comes to your love.

You know how much he cares because even after all of those years with you he never lost the way his heart beats faster or his cheeks burn red, because of you, because of what you did and made of him, it is hard to imagine the day where he doesn't feel your presence, your heartbeat in his ears. When you first met him he was cold, and his piercing gaze was frightening, but with some kind of miracle both of you decided to see each other, he became softer, of course, but is still cold and stern when it comes to the Yakuza business, but at home or whenever yall meet, hell ease up his worries. I highly doubt that anyone would even dare stand where ever you are when beside you is a menacing man, who they do NOT wanna fuck with. He is very overprotective of you especially when he is a high-ranked officer, so there are going to be many enemies just waiting to strike against you.

And oh lord, whenever you do such domestic things like, make him coffee, give him his bento, or even kiss him after a long day doing shady business, he will just become putty on your hands, your hands are like magic to him and I feel like his men know about you, so whenever you visit Kashiwagi whenever he's in a bad mood he will immediately lighten up keep his voice to a minimum to not scare you.

After he left the Yakuza, he would do more acts that he had to restrain because he was in the Yakuza, most of the time he would kiss you (on the cheek only) when there were few people around. You also bet your ass that yall are gonna get married, he always dreamt of marrying you when you both became a thing muttering your name with his last name or better yet both of you having kids of your own. So when both of you were married he was crying his eyes out man, seeing you in a white shiromuku (traditional Japanese wedding dress) just comforts something in him and the ring on your finger signifies the love you both have for each other. If you ever have a kid (biologically or adopted) he would give them all the love there is, he might be a stern father but he has his sweet and soft moments with them (I find him having a girl). Like Kiryu, he is a family man, and whoever touches his small family must know that this man was in the Yakuza and knows his way to pummel people to the ground.

UGH YAKUZA MEN ARE THE DEATH OF ME, I GOT A BIT CARRIED AWAY SORRY FOR THAT ANON, BUT YOUR ASK WAS SO FUN TO WRITE TBH!!!! SO PLEASE DON'T BE SHY AND SEND MORE IF YOU WANT TO!!!!

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Yandere! Yakuza x Reader

I've been plagued by this idea for a while, so let me know what you think! This is just the character introduction. Your new landlord is a Yakuza boss, and his scary looking underling has been tasked to deal with your tenant needs! Although he didn't expect you to be this cute. And you didn't expect him to be this unhinged.

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5]

Content: Female reader, violence, mentions of stalking

This was the last straw.

You're angrily stuffing your suitcase with necessities before the moving company arrives. Each glimpse around the cramped apartment fills you with outrage, as you're still heavily shaken from the events of last night.

You first begun to suspect you might have a stalker when you found your outer lock with a fresh dent in it. You then picked a small scrap from the ground nearby and assumed it was leftover damage, but upon further inspection you discovered, disgusted, that it was part of your peephole. Someone must've fiddled with your door a fair amount. You tried to approach your immediate neighbors for help, but they either refused to answer your persistent knocks or downright scurried away when faced with your questions. They didn't want to deal with a foreigner.

You tried to put it behind you. The police advised you to be cautions, as there was nothing else they could do without concrete evidence. And thankfully, you had several peaceful weeks following the incident. Last night you were suddenly awakened by faint scratches coming from your balcony. You groggily got up and wondered if your recently added bird feeder was attracting nocturnal visitors. You got up without turning on the light, hoping to catch a glimpse of the mysterious animal. As you pulled the drape, however, you were met with the large frame of a man plucking your laundry in a hurry.

A panicked scream erupted from the depths of your chest and you slapped the light switch, erratically searching for your phone. By the time you dialed emergency, the intruder had vanished. You were sobbing against the wall under the fake reassurances of the operator, eyeing the sliding door that had no lock. Had he wished, the masked man could've easily invited himself in. You were at the mercy of a lunatic and no one seemed to be impressed by your situation.

No more. Ideally you'd go back to your home country and forget about your plans to build yourself a life in Japan. What were you even thinking? A lonely girl, low on funds, signing a contract to be relocated across the ocean for work. You barely scraped the first months of a mandatory year.

You close your suitcase with a satisfying click and on your way out you wipe the table of all the newspaper clippings. You've been scanning the potential offers on the market. The ones within your budget, of course, which means you don't have to worry about being picky. Until you find a new place, your belongings can wait in storage. Dusty furniture is a better prospect than waking up with a pervert looming over you.

By the time the clock hits evening hours, you're sipping on your iced coffee with a defeated sigh. Most of the cheap apartments seem to be given to locals. Not outsiders like you. At least they spared you of the false hopes and curtly told you to not expect any call back, so you can swiftly move on to the next circled address. You pull out the crumbled sheet of paper from your pocket. Reading over your list of crossed out lines like this deflates you greatly. At the very bottom lies your final hope: the ad you'd stumbled upon this morning was too good to be true and the realtor was available for viewing at any time, so you're almost certain it's some sort of scam. Yet you can't afford to skip it, can you? You stand up, pat your jeans and take a deep breath in.

As you check your phone to confirm the location, you begin to doubt your decision. It's hard to believe no other potential renters have showed up. The apartment is in a convenient area, very close to public transport, at a great price, on what looks like a busy street. Isn't it the dream? So why? You glance around, examining the surroundings. The shops are bustling with people. You try to come up with possible explanations, when a deep voice startles you.

"You must be (Y/N), right? You sure are easy to spot."

You turn around to greet the person. Although the second you spot him, you take an unconscious step back. You'd expected a middle aged man dressed in formal attire with a shy bow and clumsy movements. The one standing before you resembles none of that. He's imposingly tall, with a muscular built and slicked back hair. You can discern the tattoos peeking out from under the rolled up sleeves. His face has multiple deep scars and you can only assume that the pale, discolored eye that's transfixed in one direction is a fake made of glass. One might call him handsome, if you're into the kind of appearance you see in documentaries about the mafia.

"Y-you're the landlord?" You stutter, immediately covering your mouth and regretting your lack of tact.

"Nuh uh, Boss sent me to deal with it." He flashes you a genuine grin, completely unperturbed by your offhanded implication. "I'm Daitou."

He continues towards the entrance and you follow behind, too awkward to back down now. He describes the living quarters with surprising enthusiasm. If you were to close your eyes and disregard his heavy Kansai accent, you could very well be convinced it's a professional real estate agent hard at work.

"Excuse me for asking, but..." Once he finishes his marketing presentation, you cannot help the increasing anxiety. "What's the catch?"

"Huh?"

"For something like this to be so cheap...and no one else being interested...may I be frank and ask what's wrong with it? Please understand, I just left my previous apartment because of a stalker. I don't want to be packing again anytime soon."

"Well, isn't it obvious?" He searches your gaze for a moment, before gasping as if remembering something. "Wait, you're a foreigner, so I guess you don't know. Ah, that explains it."

He lets out a hearty laugh, satisfied with his conclusion.

"You didn't notice anything strange outside?"

You ponder his question before slowly shaking your head in denial.

"Really? A bunch of heavily tattooed guys with family pins on their suits...This is a yakuza quarter. Our Family owns most businesses here. But lately we've had a lot of police on our backs, ya know? Bound to happen when the street is swarming with us. So Boss had this great idea - he's smart like that, ya know, I've never been the bright one - anyways, he suggested we rent some of our housing to regular civilians. Less suspicious that way."

He crosses his arms and nods to himself proudly.

"I myself think it's a great deal. You won't find anything cheaper for the kind of stuff you're getting. All you have to do is, you know, mind your business. If some weasel questions you, no Sir, you haven't seen or heard anything suspicious. That's all."

You can only stare wide eyed, somewhat taken aback by his honesty.

"Uh...Are you sure you were supposed to tell me all of this? I feel we're skipping some steps before admitting to organized crime."

Now it's his turn to consider your inquiry.

"Probably not, but I'm not good with words. You look like a smart girl, so I thought I won't sugarcoat it. I'm sure you already know that if you leave and rat us out I'll be throwing your chopped up remains in the nearby river. Or would you want to be shipped home instead? I'm a nice guy like that, hehe."

You return a crooked smile and purse your lips in the process. You'd rather not learn the percentage of truth in his humor anytime soon.

"You mentioned a stalker? I can guarantee you he won't follow here, miss. And if he's that dumb to wander on our turf, well, me and my guys always hang around the block. Leave him to me and I'll bring you his teeth in a box."

"I-...Why teeth of all the things?"

"Just easier to pull out, ya know." He winks and reaches for his back pocket, revealing an old pair of pliers with childish delight. "See, I'm a bit of a handyman, so I always have some tools on me."

Strangely enough, you're not as terrified as you would expect from someone in your shoes. Certainly your knees are weaker when compared to your pre-encounter state, but there's something about his demeanor that doesn't feel malicious or threatening. Like conversing with an old friend at a pub.

"Will I truly not get in trouble? You guys do your thing and I'm 100% not involved?"

"You have my word." And with that, as if closing the sale of his lifetime, he confidently slaps a stack of papers on the nearby counter and hands you a pen. "You already have my number, if anyone pisses you off just hit me up and I'll be at your service. Boss left everything to me."

No perverts and less of your monthly allowance going towards rent. Maybe it's your despair talking, but you've been persuaded nonetheless. You scribble your name in the designated field and shove the documents towards your new acquaintance.

"Pleasure doing business with you, miss (Y/N)." He cheerfully dangles the keys before dropping them in your hand and heads for the door.

"Oh, is shipping included in the rent?"

He stops and turns to you, mildly confused.

"You said if I mess up you'll ship my remains home. Do I pay for the postage myself, or is that part of the monthly tax?" You ask with a cheeky grin.

His eyes narrow in delight and you can tell he's greatly amused by your words.

"Nah, consider it a gift from me. Gotta treat a lady nice, 'specially if it's a pretty one like you."

And with that, you're alone again. You look around the room, trying to visualize your new home. It's already getting dark outside. Now that you've had the situation explained to you, you can definitely see what Daitou meant. There's the occasional police officer patrolling the street, and plenty of men dressed in similar fashion walking in small groups.

"And?"

Outside the building, a young man is leaning against the wall with a cigarette in his mouth. He seems to have been waiting for Daitou.

"It's done. Some cute foreigner is moving in." He lifts an arm in a flexing motion, patting his bicep in a congratulatory manner. "Boss will be surprised, eh?"

"You're fucking with me."

"What? You wanna go back upstairs and check?" He responds, appalled. "Might've taken longer than expected, but I told ya I can manage!"

"Are you sure you didn't threaten her or something? I still don't know what Boss was thinking when he asked a nutcase like you to deal with the civvies."

"Hey hey hey, I may not be all fancy speaking like you or Kazuya, but I'm not dumb. Matter of fact, she already signed the papers."

"I never said you're dumb. Just batshit crazy." The young man sighs and flicks his cigarette butt away, stomping on it.

"Let's go and tell the others."

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airbendertendou · 1 year

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I MISS THE WAY YOU SAY MY NAME! [the way you bend ; the way you break] ♡ murayama yoshiki

synopsis ; running into your ex seems to set off a chain of events — ones he could have prevented.

cw : darker content than usual! kidnapping [not by yama] , yakuza boss!murayama , manipulation , mind-break , probably not as good as you're hoping </3 , exes to lovers if you squint

dedicated to @straysugzhpe happiest of birthdays, bestie! ♡ released this later than i wanted to but i digress <3

song inspo ; the death of peace of mind by bad omens

if you have a blank blog [no bio, no user, no header or profile pic, nothing reblogged, etc] do not interact with my content. you will be blocked.

The streets of SWORD weren’t new to you. They were where you grew up ; where you met your first love and he broke your heart. Not purposely, you think ; he told you long distance wouldn’t work, wouldn’t keep you as connected as he needed to be.

Your friends told you it was a bad relationship anyways ; a toxic, nasty thing you were lucky didn’t fester into more. But, you didn’t believe that. Sure, he was protective and always made sure to have one hand holding you at all times. He was never afraid to get bloody hands and bruised knuckles just for you. It was innocent — sweet and reassuring to your pre-adolescent mind.

Letting out a sigh, you twist and turn in the mirror. The outfit you’d chosen was snug, but still comfortable enough to move in. Taking a break from school would be fun — relaxing. At least, that’s what you tried to convince yourself of. Coming back to your hometown of SWORD would be fine — there would be a slim chance anyone you grew up with stayed, anyways.

Taking in a deep breath, you shut and lock your door, heading to the Daruma district. The Rascals district was a bit too far from your hotel for your comfort, so you stayed close by. The bass in the club was booming when you arrived, nodding your head to the beat absentmindedly as you were welcomed in.

Eyes were cemented into you as soon as you stepped through the door. Sliding down your figure and focusing on the curves of your body as you drifted through the club’s crowd. You ignore the stares, moving to the bar to grab a drink to calm your nerves.

Looking around the club as the bartender made your drink, you frown. This place felt unfamiliar — new ; changed. The decor was modern ; songs playing overhead none you knew ; the people surrounding you even seemed different. Coming back to your hometown was supposed to bring fond memories to the forefront of your mind, not confusing emotions swirled with anxiety.

Something about the club seemed dangerous. A dark cloud leering over as shady glances are exchanged and people are led to a more private area. The music was too loud to start a conversation, let alone overhear anything you weren’t meant to.

You were starting to regret this — only a little bit.

As your drink is slid over, you take a hefty gulp. Only to choke when your eyes connect with a pair you knew too well. Murayama Yoshiki is staring your way, a cigarette perched between his lips as he ignores the people talking to him. When your eyes meet, he tilts his head as if daring you to make your way over.

You do the opposite ; spinning to face the bar as you down your drink.

It’s not long before Murayama is sliding in beside you, elbow leaning on the bar as he gazes at you. You avoid his eyes, staring down at your cup and following its condensation trail with your finger. He hums, “you’re back.”

“Just visiting.” You correct him. Glancing his way, you see his eyes are still wide and pretty as they stare longingly your way. You clear your throat, “I didn’t think you’d still be in town.”

A secret tilts up the right side of his mouth, a small chuckle leaving his lips. “Yeah. It wouldn’t be SWORD without a leader.”

“And that leader is you?”

“Who else?” Murayama snorts again — demeaning, it sounds — before knocking back his own drink. He motions to your empty glass before nodding at the bartender for a refill. As the worker gets busy, Murayama focuses his sights back on you — his gaze makes you tremble ; weak the way it had years before. “You jus’ in town to visit? That’s all ; nothin’ else?”

You lick your lips, smiling to the bartender when your new drink is slid your way. “What else would I come back for?”

A harsh, scoff-like laugh leaves his lips. Murayama repeats your question sarcastically, nodding to himself. He sips his drink, looking at you one more time before tapping the bar and standing. “If that’s all, then…”

Just like years before, he was gone without another thought.

Maybe you’d been a little harsher than intended. Seeing your ex again had been a shock, but maybe— no. This is exactly what your friends had told you. He has a way of getting into your head, [name]. You always end up going back.

You twirl your finger around the rim of your glass, frowning as your thoughts overcrowded the music. Was going back such a bad thing, after all? You were happy with Murayama — on the cusp of being in love. He was convinced the distance wouldn’t work — that you’d forget him and find someone better.

You never did — you never would.

Gulping back the rest of your drink, you pay and stand to leave. Curls of dark hair catch your attention and solidify your decision. Stalking after Murayama, you struggle to catch up to him with the crowd. The air is brisk and cold as the club’s door opens for you, taking your breath momentarily until you hear his laugh.

Just before you can tap his shoulder, your mouth is covered and everything goes dark.

——♡——

Your hands are tied behind your back, lips taped shut as you gain consciousness. Heaving in a breath through your nose, you blink a few times before realizing you don’t know where you are ; before remembering what happened. Panic crawls up your throat, coming out as whines against the tape. You struggle with the ropes binding you, your wrists growing raw and sore from the material.

The room you’re in is small, no sign of any windows and only a single door. There’s nothing but a lightbulb that hangs above you, illuminating the small area.

A creak echoes in the room, the door opening slowly to reveal… nothing. No one was standing there. Heaving in a breath in attempt to control your panic, you tug on the ropes a few more times before stopping. Footsteps hit your ears next, tantalizingly slow as they approach the room you’re in.

A mask — there’s a cracked, porcelain faced mask facing you. You inch back quickly, your back hitting the wall too quick for your liking. They inch closer to you slowly, crouching down when they finally get to where they want to be. Your lip trembles underneath the tape, tears filling up your lashline and dripping down your cheeks.

The masked person wipes them softly before standing and leaving abruptly.

No windows ; no telling what time or day it was. The person would only come by once, forcing stale bread in your mouth and tipping hot water into your mouth soon after. You always choked on it, the water dribbling down your chin and to your torso, leaving a trail of hot water in its wake. On their fourth visit, they went as far to tug on the rope binding your hands, tutting sarcastically as if they felt sorry for your situation.

The hotel you were staying in had to have given your room away by now. Your hands were sore, cuticles ripped and bloody from your attempts at leaving. Sniffling, you could feel your face burn with the tears that had made their own tracks on your cheeks. Your mouth was free from the tape now, but still felt chapped and raw.

You hadn’t said a word ; you didn’t dare to.

And then the door slammed open uncharacteristically. You flinched at the noise, eyes staying on the floor to avoid looking at the cracked mask. Heaving breaths echo around the room, stomping feet paralleling the sound as your kidnapper approaches you. Hands grip your upper arms in a tight, bruising hold as they lift you from your sitting position. They’re muttering to themselves, words you don’t bother to hear.

You get to what seems to be a sitting room, the tv playing a missing persons ad of you. Someone knew — they knew you were gone and they were trying to find you. Hope swelled in your chest briefly before dropping. What are the chances they’d find you ; the chances you’d go home alive?

You’re suddenly dropped to the floor as multiple footsteps head your way. The porcelain mask falls to the ground, only a vivid thunk, thunk, thunk! sound hitting the air around you. It stops soon — only after a crunch is heard. Your cheeks are being held by calloused, bloody hands as a voice begs you to focus. You can’t look away ; can only watch as the mask cracks even more.

“Look at me, baby,” it sounds like a whisper. Thumbs tap under your eyes, the hands shake your head gently in order to grab your attention. “It’s me, [name]. Look at me, jus’ me.”

Murayama’s face is the first thing you see. It’s the first thing that greets you outside of a swinging lightbulb ; outside of a porcelain mask ; outside of that dingy, dark room. He rubs your cheeks once more, the stranger’s blood smearing over your tears. “Come back to me, baby.”

“You found me.”

He wants to sob at the sound of your voice. It sounds so broken and cracked ; your voice fighting a whisper and climbing up your throat desperately. There’s a dazed look in your eyes that’s familiar to him ; one you’d get when overwhelmed.

Your hands are untied — they fall to the ground lifelessly as you continue to stare at Murayama. He gulps, hands dropping from your face to lace through your fingers. “Of course I found you. Told you I would.”

“When we broke up,” you lick your lips. There were people in suits streaming past you both ; hushed and loud conversations passing by non-listening ears. Murayama nods, a soft smile on his face as his thumbs brush your knuckles. “You said we’d get back together when the time is right. I remember.”

“Time’s always been right.” It’s hushed, pressed against your forehead as he helps you stand. Numerous people in suits — the FBI, maybe? — allow you both to pass as if you don’t exist. It’s nighttime as you’re led out of the building you were held in, the sky dark and air cold. Murayama crouches between your legs as he makes you sit. A lady takes your temperature and assesses you medically — but your attention is centered on him. He looks down at your intertwined hands, “jus’ let you have a li’l fun first. That’s all.”

You don’t respond. Eyes fluttering, Murayama pulls you to his chest gently, patting the back of your head. “Rest,” he whispers against the night air. “Rest now, you’re safe with me.”

When you wake up, you’re pressed to a cloud-like bed, the scent of Murayama surrounding you. You groan, your throat still sore as you struggle to swallow. A hand guides you to sit, tenderly rubbing your back as you settle. Blinking to your left, a grinning Murayama greets you. “Mornin’, baby. Got some water here for you,” he helps you hold the glass as you take tentative sips. “Breakfast should be on its way soon.”

“Where am I?”

“My place.” He looks around the room as if it’s brand new to him, too. Clearing his throat, Murayama holds your hand in his. “Need’a let you heal for a while, hm?”

You lick your lips again, feeling a little more awake than you were before. You feel more present ; aware as his hands linger and brush around places bruises had been left. “When can I go home?”

“You are home, baby,” he chuckles. Murayama brings your hand up, kissing your knuckles before resting the back of it against his cheek. “I’ll take care of you now, keep you safe.”

“I need to go home, Yoshiki.”

He lets out another laugh — this one sounds cruel ; judgemental as he shakes his head. “This is home.” His eyelashes slide up as he finally meets your eyes with that darkened gaze you’d grown accustomed to. “Jus’ got you back. I’m not lettin’ you leave again.”

You’re pulled to his chest as every other thought leaves your mind. He was right, after all. Murayama was the one to find you — the one who took you from your kidnapper and kept you safe. Snuggling close to his chest, you fight off the hazy, blurred memories of being in that room.

“Okay,” you breathe. A barely there peck is placed on the center of his chest, right beside his heart. You move your face to his neck, arms wrapping around his torso. “I’ll stay here.”

Murayama grins. His plan worked after all, hm? As soon as he spotted you in the club, he knew you’d be coming home to him, one way or another. Hiring a lowly new guy to take you was easy — he did his job well, even if it ended in his death. But, it was all worth it in the end. You were back with him — back where you belonged.

You’re squished closer to his body with a hum. Murayama kisses the top of your head, “‘course you will. You’ll be safe now, [name]. I’ll make sure of it.”

——♡—— tagging my other h&l babies here! @star2fishmeg @rouzuchan @yuken-gf @strxwberrychocolate @simpforchuchu @thatpoindexterpixy if youd like to b tagged / untagged, let me know! ♡ airbendertendou © do not copy, plagiarize, repost, or translate my content on any platform. if you see my content under any other name than my own, let me know. i only have this tumblr and an ao3 account under the same name.

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sleepyfaequeen · 1 year

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EYE CANDY 🍬 Part 1

Yakuza! Yandere!Genji x fem!reader

Summary: You get drugged up in a dance club with none of you're friends there to assist you. Unfortunately for you someone noticed.

Pairing: Yakuza!Yandere!Genji x reader

Warning(s): drugs, alcohol, implied assualt, MDNI, 18+ content ahead!

A/n: Just a quick one-shot. Unsure if this will have a part two. I'm new to Tumblr so bare with me. I am still learning to post on here. I really hope you guys enjoy my writing.

The entire room was spinning, the flashing colored lights seemed much more brighter, the music muffled but it was loud enough to vibrate the entire dance club. Regardless it was enough to make (Y/n) aware that she was drugged. Her mother had warned her long ago about these places and how one day it could happen. But she never thought it would ever happen to her. The feeling of someone moving to sit next to her wasn't enough to catch her attention. In fact, she could care less as the man let his fingers graze her cheek.

"Ah..?" She moans in response as the simple touch made her feel so.. hot.

"Don't worry.. I won't hurt a defenseless woman." The voice said and she managed to turn her head to look at the man speaking to her. Reassuring her that he wouldn't do anything to harm her. "You poor, poor girl." His voice sounded like he was mocking her. She could see he had dyed green hair and in a suit. He wasn't security so her next guess was that he was possibly a well off man. "You don't look like your from here.." he said with a thick Asain accent following his words.

"I'm from.. my house." She swore he heard him chuckle and he passes her a glass. 'Water?' She thinks as she brings it up to her glossy lips and drinks. More alcohol.

"Do you have a name?" He asked as he let's his fingers trail down her cheek, his thumb brushing against those supple glossy painted lips. They stood out more than the color of her flustered cheeks.

"Name?" She thinks and it almost seems like she spaces out before he removes his hand and let's his fingers trail down her shoulder, her arm and stop just at her hip. He let's his thumb slide down her dress, eyes studying and his thumb feeling how soft and warm her skin was.

So soft, he notes.

"Yes, it's.. (Y-.. (Y/n)." She nodes to assure herself as he takes a moment to take in her name. It was unique to him because of how different it was to the ones he would often hear or repeat. He let's his fingers take her bag, look at her phone which was unlocked and he makes sure to type her number down in his contacts, making sure to add his to her contacts. Regardless, if he wanted to see her again his men could easily track her down.

Unbeknownst to her, Genji's eyes were looking at her attire. Admiring how that tight black dress hugged her waist so well. The way the dress split at one side of her leg to show off her thigh. Her hair was short and curled so naturally just behind her ear. To him, she was like a fine glass of wine.

He's slept with a few women in Hanamura to know that women like her were a rare sight. Sadly, he wouldn't feel right with taking advantage of someone so helpless. He looks around, seeing if there was anyone approaching. Perhaps a friend or lover?

No, everyone was too busy dancing, taking selfies, getting drunk or making out. It was usual to not notice someone getting drugged up and end up in a bad place without anyone noticing.

He was going to call her a taxi. That was the plan.

"You're really cute up close." He blinks, not expecting this sudden sentence to leave a woman's lips.

"What?" He flinched as she cupped his face, his cheeks to be exact.

"You have such chubby cheeks too." She smiles and he can't help but melt. This reaction was something he was new to. Affection from a woman at a club but one that thought he was cute. Surely, she was paid to tell him that but he doubted that since she was drugged up. He looks to his left and raised a hand to stop his guard from possibly pinning her down.

"Now why did you have to say that..?" His smile was probably the last thing she saw before blacking out.

#overwatch genji #young genji #yakuza #genji shimada #x reader #overwatch #fanfic #oneshot #romance #blizzard #yandere

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hyqerfixation · 11 months

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What if instead of Y/N being isekai’d into the demon slayer verse,and meeting the uppermoons.

The uppermoons 1;2,3 and 6 including muzan gets isekai’d into Y/N’s bedroom with their powers gone🤔💭🤨🙇‍♀️

Like??? What would happen?

#demon slayer #anime #kny x reader #yandere kimetsu no yaiba #kny yakuza au #upper moons #muzan x reader #akaza x reader #kokushibo #douma x y/n #gyutaro and daki #kimestu no yaiba #thank you dear anon

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frickingnerd · 9 months

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in love with a criminal

pairing: moma kumakura x gn!reader

summary: you had almost forgotten how dangerous your boyfriend was... almost.

tags: mention of reader being harrassed (not by moma), mentions of blood and screams, implied murder/torture

you had almost forgotten how dangerous moma was.

you only knew the side of him that was kind, caring and funny. he had never yelled at you before, never raised his hand against you or made you uncomfortable in any way. you had almost forgotten that he was the leader of a yakuza gang. that he wasn't someone you'd wanna make an enemy of.

but now you remembered. hearing the screams of the man that had harassed you, seeing all his blood. you could barely even look at it for more than a second, before turning around and immediately feeling like you were about to throw up. it wasn't a pretty sight, not at all…

"don't worry… he won't ever lay a hand on you again, darling!"

moma approached you from the side, gently wrapping his arms around you and causing you to flinch for a second.

"you're safe with me. as long as i'm here, no one will hurt you ever again…"

#ai:ni #ai: the somnium files x reader #ai:tsf #ai: nirvana initiative #ai: the somnium files #moma kumakura x reader #yakuza #moma kumakura #ai:tsf moma #x reader #angst #drabble #oneshot #yandere #x you #x y/n #x gn reader #moma #kumakura

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myeagleexpert · 3 months

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𝕾𝖔𝖋𝖙 𝖄𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝕴𝖉𝖊𝖆

I know my blog isn't geared towards 18+ topics, but I've spent the day thinking about this here and I need to share and hear your thoughts. but…. Have you ever thought that after a certain time in the relationship, twst yandere boy discovers that you are a virgin? And that you didn't indulge in other relationships because you didn't trust them? How could they prove their worth without showing the yandere's dark side? Let's cover this up, huh?

For them this is romantic. Someone like you could be with anyone you wanted and still, you decided to put your trust and your body in him. Don't worry, he will love your body like no one else and will prove that he deserves your trust. In a room with rose petals that he strategically prepared, a gentle make-out would gradually become more and more intense, stronger, a fog of pleasure and lust invades all your senses. “Can I take off your shirt?” “Will you let me touch you?” Little by little, the pieces of clothing are discarded and every piece of exposed skin is appreciated, kissed and licked. Increasingly entertained, louder and longer moans.

He wants to make you feel the love he feels for you in every kiss, every touch, every time he looks deep into your eyes he means it. After all, he should enjoy the process so as not to scare you, it's your first time, isn't it? He will show you how good it feels to surrender to your boyfriend's arms.

KALIM, deuce, silver, JACK, Riddle, Sebek, MALLEUS

For them this is an honor. Will he be the first then? He will do it right and so passionately that you will become addicted. The wet kisses, the intertwined tongues, due to your heavy breathing you didn't notice but your clothes have already been discarded on the floor and bites and hickeys are applied intensely while a silly hand makes movements over your already wet panties. It's all so fast and so intense. Maybe today's secret is what was between your legs, because this man tried to give you a gentle lick or two but when he tasted your addictive taste all self-control went out the window, the sweet smell seemed to call to him, he dipped his head in and sucked the one in front of him holding your thighs firmly to keep you trapped there.

Receive this desperate man's love, won't you? He licks with such fervor and adoration that his pleasure is in drinking in all your moans and reactions, and when you reach the limit, he drinks it all like a man dying of thirst in the desert, after all, your juices are going to be as important as water now . While you were recovering from your high, your panties were kept in your pocket for…personal purposes. He's going to need a souvenir from today to use later, darling.

ROOK, Ace, Ruggie, Carter, Trey, Azul, Floyd

For them this is an opportunity. The perfect chance to show that you won't have to look for someone else to satisfy yourself, your dear boyfriend will provide you with all the pleasure you want. All you had to do was give the signal and he jumped on top of you. He didn't hide it, his desire was about to come out of himself, almost like an animal attacking its prey. Such a hot and enveloping kiss, the hands walk over the body, squeezing everything they find, teasing each area, wanting more and more. Perhaps, like the sorcerer that he is, he must have taken some aphrodisiac and put it in the drink when he wasn't looking, because his saliva wherever he passed left a hot trail that was more fascinating than before. As if hypnotized, you didn't realize the trance you were in until he took off your pants, analyzing your body with an irresistible desire, a quick look of confirmation and that was all it took for this man to lose himself.

A strong suck on Clint with a taste of “finally”, he drinks your juices from your vagina voraciously, as if it were the last time he was going to see you, little by little he started putting his fingers in harder, exploring how far you were going to lose your head, molding your insides any way he wanted while making sure your vagina wasn't left alone, licking with passion, sucking the clint and releasing with a “pop”, and again and again and again. The whole night you were loved and touched, he made sure to make everything about you today, to be an unforgettable night and for you to come back asking for more.

LEONA, Vil, Jade, Lillia, Chenya, Malleus, Jamil

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